Just like you. by Johnny Crimsonthe child drops her jaw
as she sees the face of god
the poor child drops her jaw
as she sees the face of god
she see's a light in the distance
that she surely didn't want
she's staring down the barrel
there's a shotgun in his hands
yeah she's staring down the barrel
of a poor and lonely man.
she looks straight down the barrel
sees the evil in his hands
yet she never lost her faith
on her neck the son of man
he tenses on the trigger
teasin' fate and broiling hate
he tenses on that trigger
teasin' fate and misplaced hate
don't he know that he can just relax
he can't control his fate
raised by dogs that pack around
and travel mad at the world
raised by dogs that pack around
they're angry at the world
taught to spit and fight with anyone
especially based on skin
taught to spit and fuss with anyone
even if they is next of kin
hence his finger on the trigger
as he lets the hate roll in
she let's go of her tension
as she lays her eyes on the barrel
one barrel for each eye
yeah she's ready to take her flight
as he steadies on the trigger
just to take her life tonight
now he's staring down the sights
and he no longer sees her eyes
just her forehead in the foreground
as the distance blurs with time
then he turned the barrel round
and she watched him blow his mind.
08/20/2021
Posted on 08/20/2021 Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
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